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Chen-ou Liu, CA
 

 

 

 

Haiku

 

snowflakes fall
into the donation jar

Christmas Eve

 

 

autumn sun
her shadow darkens
their son's grave

 

 

pillowed
on my unpublished poems…
winter stars

 

 

ceiling fan
my thoughts scatter
around a haiku

 

 

plum petals fall
each
a piece of me

 

 

war cemetery
a dove lights on the stone
angel's wing

 

 

a six foot man
curled up in a ball

her three words

 

 

Haiku Sequence

 

Her Moon Face

 

you are not
open to me, she yells
low spring tide

a firefly
in and out of my shadow
last summer dusk

mid-autumn moon
waiting to see her
in the dream

the winter moon
thinned to a thread
memory of her

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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